Diary of the Improper Monster Girl Transformation.

Chapter 558 should go smoothly, right?

"Should we answer this call...?"

In the cramped, cluttered little house, the floor was piled high with bottles of all sizes.

Some were rough earthenware jars, with solidified, dark red stains resembling lava still remaining on their edges.

Some are transparent glass bottles, the liquid that once contained them has long since dried up, leaving only a strange layer of crystals at the bottom of the bottle.

More common and cheapest stone barrels in Hell lay scattered haphazardly on the ground, making the already cramped space feel even more confined.

The room was filled with a strong, pungent aroma, a mixture of alcohol, sulfur, and a hint of rust.

Sami, holding a bottle of liquor in one hand and hugging his knees with the other, huddled in the darkest corner of the somewhat dilapidated room. The furniture, which could barely be called a "sofa," had its stuffing spill out from the many cracks in the leather, fluffy and unfurling.

She gulped down the specially made lava blood wine, her face flushed with a tipsy blush.

The liquid was dark red and viscous like blood, but it would burst with a burning sensation as it slid down the throat, which was one of the most beloved flavors of the devils of hell.

Her entire body was as small as a young girl's, and at this moment she was curled up tightly like a wounded little animal, trying to contain herself in the smallest possible space.

However, even in this curled-up position, she could not completely hide her overly full chest, which was disproportionate to her slender frame.

The heavy weight of the two abundant fruits pressed down on her knees, forcing her to slightly adjust her posture to wrap her arms around them. This movement made her look even more pitiful, and even more... embarrassed.

For many barren soils, such fertile hills are an enviable gift.

Unfortunately, for an assassin, such a "talent" is undoubtedly a bad burden, restricting her actions in many situations.

It affects the center of gravity, hinders the smoothness of stealth movement, and is a desperate obstacle when squeezing through narrow passages... even the current curl-up seems somewhat awkward.

Some of the worn leather armor was stretched taut and shiny, and as Sami swallowed his drink, it showed a tension that seemed about to burst forth.

"Coo coo... Ha!"

Each time she tilted her head back to swallow, the soft "gulp" sound in her throat briefly eased the utterly dejected expression on her face, as if only alcohol could, for that fleeting moment, pull her out of her perpetual bad luck.

But this relaxation was fleeting, often followed by a deeper weariness and confusion, as if the drink was burning not her esophagus, but her last remaining hope.

Her hair, which should have been dark purple, looked more like a clump of dried seaweed that had been haphazardly kneaded in the dim light, sprawling and scattered without any order.

Beneath that messy hair were her dark circles, as heavy as the night sky.

It wasn't just a trace of lack of sleep; it was more like a brand, an indelible curse etched on her face by her tragic and unfortunate fate, making her already pale skin appear even more sickly weak.

She was slumped in the sofa, exuding a sense of despondency and utter despair, as if she might melt into the shadows at any moment.

He exuded a faint... no, a heavy sense of death.

Her long years on the run had weakened her nerves to the extreme, and she could faint at any moment.

The leather shoulder straps, stained with some unknown dirt, hung loosely on his arms, and the assassin's bodysuit he wore was badly worn, giving him a disheveled appearance.

Anyone who saw this scene would realize that this was a devil who had failed miserably.

In a hellish society where strength, cunning, and ambition reign supreme, someone like her would undoubtedly be at the very bottom, a marginal figure despised and ignored by her own kind.

However, amidst this undisguised despondency, there is a subtle difference.

Sami has eyes that belong to both the devil and the assassin.

Long-term sleep deprivation has left the whites of his eyes bloodshot, but deep within his pupils, a persistent, vigilant glint of light burns.

The slightest movement, even the soft sound of turning a page or the slight cracking of firewood in the stove, would cause those eyes to turn instantly, their gaze sweeping across the source of the sound like a startled sparrow.

There was no aggression in his eyes, only a deep-seated, animalistic alertness, ready to grab her wine jug, smash open the window, and flee without looking back before any real danger arrives.

This is the Sami.

A devilish assassin, plagued by misfortune and sustained by alcohol, is a bundle of contradictions—exhausted yet alert, desperate yet tenacious, breathing.

"Um……"

Sami pondered for a long time, then murmured uncertainly, "How come it feels a bit unexpected, a bit lucky... hiccup."

Having lost the last epic collaborator who approached him with such confidence, Sami really needs to find his next sucker in the mortal realm.

A relatively "safe" partner who can provide her with the resources she needs, without immediately thinking of dismantling her for research or using her as cannon fodder.

Although she hadn't encountered a summons from the mortal realm in many years, it wasn't entirely impossible.

Perhaps when a mortal first set up a ritual, without specifically targeting any particular demon, he randomly summoned himself.

After all, while her name wasn't widely known, it wasn't entirely secret either; there were always some ancient scrolls circulating in certain circles that might contain fragments of information about her.

Or perhaps some clumsy summoner mispronounced a spell syllable and accidentally connected it to her.

Regardless of the situation, all I can say is that the other party was really unlucky.

But regardless of who ends up unlucky, for Sami, a new, easy-going mortal collaborator is exactly what she needs right now.

With new collaborators, she can continue to exchange resources from the mortal realm that are relatively easy to obtain in the mortal realm but extremely rare or expensive in Hell, further enhancing her abilities.

Although she has always been unlucky and lacks various resources, the more she lacks something, the less likely she is to buy it.

But over the years, she has stumbled and struggled, gradually working her way up to the legendary pinnacle.

These few words may seem simple, but the process was actually filled with blood, tears, and heartache.

While others advance through accumulation and sudden enlightenment, her advancement was more like a race against the malice of the entire world. Through countless inexplicable failures and near-death experiences, she relied solely on her survival skills and the resources she painstakingly managed to elevate herself to this level.

Now, she's truly just one step away from achieving an epic status.

That thin barrier, seemingly easy to break through, is actually like an insurmountable chasm. It requires not only enormous energy and precious materials, but also a... opportunity, or rather, a bit of normal, undisturbed luck.

But what she lacked most was luck...

Regardless, once Sami reaches the Epic level, he will be completely safe.

As long as the gods do not appear, epics will always be the strongest.

By then, she can finally get some rest, right?
This isn't Sami daydreaming; it's a conclusion reached after analyzing its own patterns.

After reaching Legendary status, although the quality of enemies increases, the number of times you are unlucky is greatly reduced compared to when you are weak.

To achieve this goal, Sami cannot be too cautious.

For this reason, even though the benefits were offered to him for free, Sami did not respond to the call immediately.

She was very vigilant.

The very idea that she would be "lucky" was something very wrong with her.

From the moment she was born, her luck was terrible. No, not just bad, it was terribly bad.

She has encountered all sorts of disasters and tragic events that others can't even imagine.

We need to be more cautious!
Therefore, Sami carefully mobilized a sliver of his mental energy and, along the channel of the summoning sensation, very slowly and discreetly probed the summoner's aura, before his eyes widened in shock.

"This aura is... legendary? It's legendary!"

The findings didn't frighten Sami; instead, they relieved her, as she usually expected the worst to happen.

"Thank goodness, it's not an epic, phew..."

Although legendary is no pushover either, it's still better than epic, isn't it?
After initially assessing the summoner's strength, Sami began analyzing the other party's identity.

What kind of person would actively summon the devil?

Generally speaking, there are only three types of people.

The first type is the weak mortal.

Such people generally have dark thoughts, but lack power themselves and need the help of the devil to achieve their desires.

Most of these people are evil schemers or pitiful creatures driven to desperation, easily falling into the devil's trap and ultimately sacrificing everything without realizing it.

Weak mortals only crave the devil, but they never see the price that must be paid behind the scenes.

The second type is the strong who are confident in their own strength.

Some epic beings attempt to enslave demons summoned from hell, forcing them into unequal contracts to serve them as spies, henchmen, or research materials.

That guy named Finn tried it too, and then unfortunately got burned and had to give up the idea—serves him right!
These people saw the cost, but didn't want to pay; they just wanted to get something for nothing.

The third type is what is often referred to in stories as "the person who makes a deal with the devil".

These people are not weak; they have enough strength to protect themselves and won't be completely ruined. However, they are unable to suppress the devil, forcing both parties in the transaction to abide by the contract.

These people are mostly spellcasters of the legendary rank. They like to summon a demon to act as a link with the abyss plane, to obtain some rare knowledge, to complete some rituals that require hellish characteristics, or simply to conduct some information trading.

They know the price of summoning the devil, and they can afford it. They are not going to turn against you, so they are very good partners.

For Sami, a legendary collaborator is the best.

Mortals are too weak to obtain the materials she needs, so even if she bewitches them, it won't work.

Epics are too powerful; they'll always have ulterior motives, and if things go wrong, they'll create another enemy.

Legendary, just right.

Sami pondered for a moment, then downed the remaining molten blood wine in her cup. The scalding liquid seemed to infuse her cold limbs with a false sense of courage, and she finally made up her mind:

"Hmm, I should be able to go check it out. Even if there are problems, I can escape, right?"

As someone who has been incredibly unlucky for years, she is never afraid of problems, because problems will always arise regardless of her fears.

Unexpected events are the norm in life.

Life is full of disappointments...

Everything is just a series of ups and downs...

As an unlucky survivor of this bloody and tearful life, Sami's greatest skill is running away and saving his life.

When you encounter difficulties, what should you do first?
Run first.

If they can escape, it's not a big problem.

If you really can't escape, then just bury your head and tough it out.

In short, just don't die.

Death is the end of everything, and for her, who has been tormented by misfortune, it is even a relief in some ways. But she has an extremely tenacious vitality, as if even death is unwilling to accept this troublesome soul.

Life is unsatisfactory, but I can never die... Sami doesn't want to die either.

If most devils are like aloof nobles, disdaining to make any seemingly pathetic preparations, sometimes they would rather die for the pride of their family.

Nasami was an outlier among them.

She is a pragmatic, populist.

She has no illustrious family to protect, nor any so-called "devil's glory" to defend.

Her only goal was to survive, to do everything she could to survive, until... until the day she could no longer run.

Or perhaps, until the day she becomes powerful enough that she no longer needs to run away.

Why bother with pride and dignity?
You have to survive first before you have the right to talk about how to live.

Sami has had too many bad lucks in his life, and he won't be careless for a little bit of meaningless dignity.

Being low-key, discreet, and inconspicuous is the way for unlucky people like her to survive.

So, after deciding to respond, she shook off her drunken dejection and began to seriously make various preparations.

Only after everything was ready and she was fully prepared did she respond to the call.

Out of caution, she did not descend to the mortal realm in her physical form, but only sent out a wisp of her soul.

This is standard procedure when dealing with a stranger summoner. Although losing a wisp of soul will bring severe headaches and a temporary decrease in strength, it is much better than having the main body imprisoned, enslaved, or destroyed.

She carefully controlled the intensity of the soul projection, making sure it wasn't too weak to facilitate clear communication, nor too strong to arouse unnecessary vigilance or greed.

When Sami's consciousness successfully converged on the ritual altar and her soul avatar appeared, she breathed a slight sigh of relief.

The summoning circle was very accurate, indicating that the caster was not a novice and should be very skilled at setting up such a summoning ritual.

Everything went smoothly and there was no interference. It seems that the other party knows the rules and did not show any malice from the start.

There are no chains that bind the soul, no oppressive barriers, and the structure of the magic circle is a relatively egalitarian, communicative type, rather than a type of forced binding.

It's rare for things to go so smoothly, so there shouldn't be any unexpected problems later, right?
Next, it depends on what requests the other party will make... Hmm?

"This is……"

Sami muttered to himself strangely, a sense of foreboding rising within him.

"The aura of another demon?"

(End of this chapter)